Chapter 8 - Into the Lion’s Den
The threat should have paralyzed me. Instead, it made me angry. I had spent years being the "fragile" wife. I was done being prey.
"He's bluffing," I told Dad.
"He's not," Dad replied. "But he's predictable. He's cornered, and a cornered rat bites."
Dad began taking me to the range. He didn't just teach me to shoot; he taught me to anticipate, to stay calm under pressure, to watch the periphery. He treated me like a recruit, and for the first time, I felt powerful.
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We started going out again. We were bait. We went to the grocery store, the movies, the park. We were daring them to come out of the shadows.
It happened at the mall. A man in a suit tried to corner me in the parking garage. He didn't have a weapon visible, but he had that look—the look of a man who had been paid to do a job.
